Babysitting: A Story in Photos (and Un-Photos)

Dillon gave me a hand with his dinner - effectively getting blueberries all over us both.
Not pictured is the total wreck that was the high chair after he was done.

After dinner, he shows me his new trick - pulling up all by himself. Not pictured is the meltdown after he bumped his head on the coffee table after an overzealous attempt to pull up on the couch.

I love, love, love this serious little face.

Post-bath (not pictured because I needed eight more hands just to bathe him, much less take photos of him...) he decides he does not want his diaper on and attempts a getaway with nary a stitch on his little bottom.

Between the last photo and this one, 30 minutes passed in which I repeatedly wrestled him to the ground to get his diaper on and these pajamas, which had approximately 714 snaps.
But he was so darn proud of himself for pulling up on the night stand.

Not pictured, the post-night bottle coma, pacifier plugged in, asleep in my arms while we rocked.

Sweet Cheeks

Another trip to Crazy J for me this afternoon and now I'm sporting color he considers his "best tonal match ever" on me and a cut inspired by Tara Conner, fallen Miss USA, because, well, she may be a tramp but after seeing her on Good Morning America today, Crazy J decided I needed her bangs.

As we neared the end of our visit and Crazy J was weilding the blow dryer and fingering through my hair, I noticed that I was making a funny face. And I couldn't stop. I started to laugh and told Crazy J why. "Model cheeks, honey," he said. "Ninety percent of the women whose hair I cut can't help but get the model cheeks. And it's always during the styling." He went back to blow-drying and I went back to cheeking. And when he finished, I really gave him the face and he said, "I know, girl. You look good."